I was born there,



Before I knew better.



Went to school there,



But learned to avoid that.



Fell in love there,



But love couldn t thrive there.



Picked it up



And I left it behind, said -







Man, alive!



Get me out of this barrel of crabs.







Most our homes were



Depressed by division.



What passed for friendship



Was really protection .



Any work there



Disolved into trouble.



Ate me up,



Livin life on the bubble, said -







Man, alive!



Get me out of this barrel of crabs.







Everytime I d gain some ground,



Another man s scheme would just pull me back down.



Everytime I spied the top.



The next poor sucker s there to give me the drop.